Quotes About Contentment

He was just a husband and a salaried man. Choice didn't play any part in his life.

was not old enough to understand the need to go back to a place where things were simple. He had no happiness in his face, the young ranger; perhaps he had never had a place where things were simple, a place he could think about when he needed to remember happiness. Perhaps the young ranger had been unlucky—he might have no good place or good time to remember.

Once you got rich you'd have to spend all your time staying rich, and that's hard thankless work. I tried it a while and quit, myself. If I can keep ten dollars ahead of the bills I'll be doin' all right.

don't care if they're horses or women or Indians or what. I learned long ago there's much to be said for dumbness.

He had know several men who blew their heads off, and he has pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.

Men have gotten by without legs. Lots of 'em lost legs in the war. You don't like to do nothing but sit on the porch and drink whiskey anyway. It don't take legs to do that.

I wouldn't mind to die if I could just do it warm.

The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care.

I live the perfect imperfect life. -Paul Lore

The overall intent is to make everyone sufficiently happy (or in some cases, insufficiently unhappy).

Out of town I could simply be , I could feel my self , firm and calm and unmalleable as I could not when I was in school or in any of the usual human communities that seemed to weaken or scatter me. I could sit for an hour in the rocks above the Knife River, asking for no more discourse than that water's monotonous gabble. I was an inward child, it was true, but beyond that, I felt a contentment outside human society that I couldn't feel within it.

It's not so much

Norwegian way of keeping all our earthly affairs from achieving too much importance.

Den lyckliga människan är den gåtfullaste

the notion that having a job or an income of any kind should be happiness enough has become outdated.

BUNDLED IN A wool sweater, sipping a cup of tea, Theodosia sat on the wide wooden porch, enjoying the warmth of the early-morning sun.

My father never measured success the way he did - reaching the top-top of something, as if there was an objective tip-top. My father measured it by how well you figured out what you wanted for your life - what you needed to be happy -Georgia

A load lifted as the day stretches out before him, empty and relaxed.

I'm happy for you and I'm happy, selfishly, for me. To get to see you so much . . . like yourself with someone.

My father never measured success the way he did—reaching the tip-top of something, as if there was an objective tip-top. My father measured it by how well you figured out what you wanted for your life—what you needed to be happy.

Because it puts it ultimately in our hands, doesn't it? What we choose to live with, and what we choose to live without.

Nothing anywhere could be better than being at home with the home folks, she was sure.

She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

San Francisco, September 13, 1915 Believe me, there is no place like the country to live, and I have not heard of anything so far that would lead me to give up Rocky Ridge for any other place.